Shortest Day, Longest Night

Dormant land, in frozen sleep
Nothing stirs in this desolate place
The ancient which has strength withers not
The roots run deep, safe from the frost
A ray of light penetrates the womb of Mother Earth
Ensuring our survival, until growth begins again
Gather together at this sacred site
Invoke the Sun God on the longest night
Late in his coming, short in his stay
Profound is the feeling of the longest day
Re-enact our primal wisdom
At his appointed time
As ritual, ages old
Passed from the mists of time
Light flows like liquid gold
Across the chamber floor
Illuminating hearts and minds
Our dreams alive once more
Night falls, devouring the light
A darkness so dense
It can sense your fears
And taste your tears
Life from death, warmth from cold
The sun reborn, as hope returns
Adorn the hearth with holly
For protection and for hope
Use the sacred golden sickle
As you cut the mistletoe
Light candles in the winter trees
Hang the boughs with evergreen
Burn fires throughout the longest night
To drive the dark away